Back and {Nearly} Recovered

{This is what my Saturday morning looks like.}

It feels like it's been forever.

I'd say a week and a half in blog land is pretty close to forever.

You should see my reading lists.

I can't wait to catch up with all of you.

I had a wonderful time visiting my college friends in Oklahoma last week. It was truly a special time that brought me to tears a time or two. Or ten. Ahem.

I retured home early this week and brought a nasty little bug with me, it seems.

Today is the first day I feel almost back to normal. Just a few sniffles here and there. I'm glad to be feeling better again, because I can get to work editing my approximately 489798734 pictures from last week and catch up on all the errands/chores I have been putting off for the last four days.

Wishing you a happy weekend :)

Winter Walk

There is nothing more peaceful and calming to me than walking along my favorite beach.

Even if it's -2398423 degrees outside.

My spring fever has become nagging lately. After 60 degree days in Oklahoma a few weeks ago, I find myself staring longingly at my spring dresses when I really should be looking for a parka and snow boots.

All in good time.

If that good time was tomorrow though, I'd be OK with that.

White Mornings

There is something so surreal about waking up to a snow covered world. Driving to work the other morning was like driving through fairy land. The sun was just rising, the trees were all white, and the world seemed to be in a quiet peace. A truly beautiful, glorious start to the day.

I hope you have a beautiful start to your week.

Early Bird

{Sunrise over the Cape Cod canal last weekend.}

Happy Tuesday!

Wait, where did Monday go? 

Actually, where did my weekend go? You mean tomorrow's Wednesday?

I'm a little behind, as you can see. 

Maybe it has something to do with seeing a few too many sunrises in the last few days.

But then again, daybreak is my favorite part of the day. It makes me feel inspired and motivated and ready to take on whatever may come my way. It's funny how I've turned into an early bird after living most of my life as a night owl. In college, I thought nothing of regularly staying up till 2 AM, laughing with friends, writing papers, or socializing at the local watering holes. Now, I can barely keep my eyes open past ten each night. I consider it a victory to make it through prime time television. However, I usually pay for it the next morning when I'm craving that extra hour of sleep. 

At the ripe age of 25, I feel like I'm going on 80 some nights. Actually that paired with the fact that I look forward to my oatmeal and tea for breakfast each morning at work makes me feel more like 85. A snappy and hip 85, but still an old geezer.

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Snowy Mornings

I snapped these a few weeks ago after an overnight snow storm. I had the pleasure of working from home that morning, and as a sat at my dining room table amongst various spreadsheets, binders, and notebooks, I paused long enough to glance out the window and realize how truly beautiful this new blanket of snow made our little corner of the woods. 

That little moment changed my foggy, slightly frustrated mood into humble thankfulness that I get to live in such a gorgeous place. I truly love New England.

Spend a moment today taking in the world around you. Look for the beauty, whether it be obvious or beneath the surface.